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Hey all! I'm Saki. Product marketer by day and wanna-be poet by night. Writing has always fascinated me: How could the simple act of stringing words together change people for the better or worse? How could pen and paper and letters hold so much power over the World? And every time I see language, stringed alphabets - with it's vowels and consonants, breathe life into a person, I feel high. So that's about me! Feel free to reach out to me via email.
Hey all! I'm Saki. Product marketer by day and wanna-be poet by night. Writing has always fascinated me: How could the simple act of stringing words together change people for the better or worse? How could pen and paper and letters hold so much power over the World? And every time I see language, stringed alphabets - with it's vowels and consonants, breathe life into a person, I feel high. So that's about me! Feel free to reach out to me via email.
"Life’s a stage," Shakespeare said. "Everyone mere players," he said. Should’ve believed that old coot. --- My life was being destroyed by my hands, Bleeding, writhing and screaming, I knew not the reason for my cruelty, I knew not the reason for my indifference, I knew not the reason fo Read More...
There was once a girl, Who danced to a tune unheard, Some still see her in the rain, And her lovely hands still inspire, Or, that’s what they say. There was once a girl, Whose beauty rivalled the Moon’s, Some still see her in a helping heart, And her beauty makes the world bright Read More...
The carnage was ghastly. Silent tears ran like a river, Broken hearts were galore. Lost too many people to count, Too many lost their soul. The breath taken was ragged, Muscles in legs protesting and burning With a bloody sword in hand, With a foul curse in her mouth, She rose from the blood Read More...
He was wary of the absence of light. She was his darkness. He was all things delicate. She was his brute strength. He loathed war and carnage. She thrived on his blood and gore. He was the stillness after the storm. She was the storm that heralds the quietness. He was the beauty of a beast. She was Read More...
You, the elfin girl, the daughter of Fire; You, the one with crooked grin and wildflowers in your curls, You, the one with twinkling eyes and a mind of mischief, Nobody will ever call you “beautiful” Never expect it. You neither have eclectic blue eyes nor enviable red lips, Not luscio Read More...
You, the boy who sees darkness, Under a shield of scars, Armed with sarcasm and laughter, You bargain delight while wading demons away. With sunshine and light for heart, Starlight and hope for eyes. You come back to shore, Come back home like waves. When your load is just t Read More...
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